The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

The invisible wind blade cut through the air and made a piercing sound, and the candles were all extinguished.

Against the crimson background, only the weak light of the ore remained, and they fled in the crystal pillar with their heads in their arms, casting many wildly flickering spots of light on the wall.

The small hook used for connection seems to open a slit for the dam to release the flood. The sudden change does not give anyone a chance to escape, and the collapse only takes a moment.

Against the gust of wind, the little elf rushed towards the dangerous center without hesitation, quickly expanded the magic vortex, tried to disapparate the boy with him, and used space distortion to forcibly cut off the explosively expanding terrifying connection between the two.

Dense knife marks crawled all over her arms, and the gloomy wind that drowned out all hopes was a herald of killing.

A drop of dark liquid passed through the center of Dudu's eyebrows, and then half a piece of ear—a big semicircular ear.

Dudu wanted to scream in horror, but she just trembled silently, tightly clasping Sissy's arm that was as stiff as a plaster cast.

The wind blades swept through the air with the blocks, and they destroyed the crystal bottle and smashed into a pool on the stone wall.

More and more pieces of wood, rocks and broken body tissues pierced through their bodies like meteorites in the dimness and flew backwards.

The edge of the world began to turn black, and black halos approached the center of the field of vision wave after wave, and desperate voices began to pull away from the eardrums.

This is the memory of an elf named Titan, who was crushed heavily by a broken amber crystal pillar, and the crystal pillar bore the violent wind blade instead of him.

That's it.

The ground suddenly sank, and the world turned upside down in the darkness. They escaped from the Pensieve and returned to reality, but they brought back the pain and brokenness inside with their eyes.

The smoke of the magic candle was thicker, with a hint of calming herbs in it.

Sissy was silent.

Dudu curled up in her cold arms, crying two more lines than a lifeless marionette.

Sissy raised her head slowly, "Did Professor Dumbledore really just want to let me understand my father's difficulties?"

Snape looked at her, trying to find the right way out of the very limited ways of soothing that he had seen in his life, but in the end he just withdrew his helpless hand and said softly, "According to him, yes."

"He also expects me to maintain pure goodness - after seeing them being cut into small pieces and scattered all over the floor and walls with blood foam and broken bones?"

Something precious was fading from those hazel eyes, the expected result.

"..." Snape was silent, Dumbledore didn't take the time to get to know his student, he just treated her the way he treated Potter, as if they could have made the same choice.

So he wanted to reject this arrangement, but she chose it herself.

Ok.

Sissy pinched the engraved pattern on the wand and said quietly, "He thinks too highly of me."

An unprecedented longing took root and grew, fed by hatred.

"Do whatever you want." Snape said softly, Dumbledore's instructions had been forgotten, "If you want, I can help you."

Since the dark side is inevitable, acknowledging, understanding, and controlling that unpredictable and indestructible thing will be an effective way to quickly improve the ability.

"Is everything okay?" Of course Sissy knew what she was referring to.

"Within my abilities, yes."

"So, all the books with notes on the shelf?" She had just had an academic longing for them.

"Small things."

"Shenfeng Wuying." To the enemy.

"Yes, but don't spread it."

Then she hesitated for a moment, and began to ask someone, "Professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the next school year, is this okay?"

Although she was extremely reluctant to see Lockhart's oily and honey-confident smile, she needed a test subject to peel off the curse.

"Okay, try to be careful not to kill yourself."

(Lockhart: Does anyone think I should have been consulted first?)

The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher who hadn't arrived yet and was now signing out the new book with his charming smile was just promised to go out like a guinea pig.

They headed for the exit, where the elves were waiting outside.

For those elves who personally cleaned up the body debris of their masters and clansmen at the scene, the trauma they suffered was unhealed by time.

Sissy looked at them and asked, "The magic candles inside, are you lighting them every day?"

The elves nodded in unison.

"Thank you." She put down Dudu gently, "Take Dudu to see their grave, where her parents are, she may need to cry a lot, it's not good to hold back."

"There's only one tomb, all mixed together, I can't spell it out, I've tried everything, but..." an elf sobbed intermittently.

His mouth was immediately covered by other elves hurriedly, "Stop talking, what are you doing!"

All eyes were on the two of them. Dudu's expression was completely numb. She fell into a bad state where she was alone, and she lost all responses to external stimuli.

The words just now didn't seem to be able to reach her ears.

"When I meet Ms. Helena according to the scheduled plan, I will go to pay homage to them," Sissy said after a pause, "Do you remember the date when the accident happened?"

"October 10st, miss."

Sissy's heart skipped a beat.

At the same time, something took the opportunity to break free and pop out from the pocket of the black magic robe - a badly bent chocolate frog picture.

The portrait was replaced with a photo of Dumbledore posing with a chocolate cauldron filled with licorice wands, his white beard stained with pink marshmallow shards.

Snape took the chocolate frog card back to his pocket as if nothing had happened, and still put his hands in his pockets, holding down the persistent vibration of the card, "It's okay, you continue."

"Okay - okay professor," Sissy reorganized her words, "the elves present at that time were dedicated to their duties and were brave and fearless. I saw it and remembered it. I decided that starting this year, on the day of the anniversary and the two days before and after , all of them are on leave to express their condolences, and only by remembering history can their blood not be shed in vain.”

"What else can we do? You said before that our role is not only to complete housework, I think we can do something more for them." Anek raised his hand upright, with his left arm placed horizontally in front of his chest. The voice of summoning up courage became weaker and weaker in the focused eyes of all the little elves.

"Good question, let me tell you about the recent arrangements." Cici raised her eyebrows slightly in surprise at his sudden hand raising.

Deimos observed her expression in time, leaned closer and explained in a low voice, "Please forgive Anek for his rashness, in order to better understand the instructions given by the master, young elves will accept systematic learning, which is a tradition inherited in the family. But he shouldn't bring the habit of studying to you, I will be responsible for re-teaching him."

"It's fine if you don't change it, I think it's good." Sissy said, as if she was still in school, and this atmosphere has never been far away.